Drunk is a matter of perspective
And it ebbs and flows
Like no one knows
F*cked up is a matter of objective
And you decide
If it lives or dies
Messed up is always deceptive
Comes down to it
It don't mean shit
Passed out is your bodies rejection
Hard in the paint
Until you faint
How many today
How many tomorrow
Drunk is a matter of perspective
Like no one knows
Like no one knows
How many today
How many tomorrow
How many today
How many tomorrow